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Knot
02:43
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Comfort me I fear to be a shadow in your heart
The sounds of spring strung in the trees all sing of where you are
And where we're not
Now we're not in a knot
Comfort me I fear to be a lion in your jar
The sounds of night and onion eyes are ringing from the dark
And where we're not
Now we're not in a knot
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Waste Away
05:34
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Ophelia and I lie on the carpet for hours
I'm a tangle of nerves, anxiety soaking me through in a shower
Tongue in knots behind teeth my stomach climbs into my mouth
As Ophelia speaks the words that my throat couldn't bear to scream out
Waste away the day with me right here
Waste away the day with me my dear
Shed our layers of clothes and caress the exchange of oils
When she touches me so my arteries bring all my insides to boil
As the radio plays "Lay Lady Lay" to our noise
Waste away the day with me right here
Waste away the day with me my dear
Now that you're under my skin
Now that you're under my skin
I can't be letting you in
Now that you're under my skin
Now that you're hurting, as I am
Now that you're hurting, as I am
I'm sorry, but in my defense
I wanted just to stay friends
The heart always has other plans
Waste away the day with me right here
Waste away the day with me my dear
Waste away the day with me right here
Waste away the day with me my dear
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She Moves Me
02:03
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Joe's cigarette has fallen limp, just like his wrist
I love the way she moves
I love the way she moves
I love the way she moves me
The union is, he says, amiss (passionate kiss)
I love the way she moves
I love the way she moves
I love the way she moves me
I love the way she moves
I love the way she moves
I love the way she moves me me me
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Bughouse
04:37
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Bored in the bughouse - smoking another man's clothes
Sniffing the flytraps hanging from the windows
The world tinted yellow, I've compound eyes of my own
I see a thousand times what you can only see once
I can see the way you really mean to feel
Cigarette burns on my arms bloom like blisters on a wheel
And I've met dead skin cells with more sense of self
As cold as you are, as bold as you are, as old as you are
Bored in the bughouse - cutting a rug with a knife
Carving my wings and then, I guess, I'll take it to my eyes
Still I'll see the way you really mean to feel
Cigarette burns on my arms bloom like blisters on a wheel
And I've met dead skin cells with more sense of self
As cold as you are, as bold as you are, as old as you are
Hey hey, mama, don't freak out- you've got time to figure you out
On the run, a vagabond - you'll have fun but don't hurt you none
I can see the way you really mean to feel
Cigarette burns on my arms bloom like blisters on a wheel
And I've met dead skin cells with more sense of self
As cold as you are, as bold as you are, as old as you are
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Dig Me /// Stick Me
05:24
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Dig me or dig a grave
Help me to make the grade
I feel sick and out of place
I'd rather drown than fade away
Shape me (someone new)
Hate me once you do
I feel sick and out of place
I'd rather drown than fade away
It's easy to tell if you're being you
I just hope you're happy with the truth
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